Reincarnated In ToonTown Chapter 192: Pecking Order (Patreon)

“So should I ask why you can pick a lock with a beer can or am I better off not knowing?” I asked with a grunt as I set the cooler down inside the concession stand, which was surprisingly well-equipped as a kitchen, even though it was usually used to serve premade snacks, candy, and ice cream. 

“Let’s just say my family is a little…out of the ordinary.” Wendy explained with a roll of her hand. 

“And that means you know how to pick a lock?” I stressed, still very much confused about her background. 

Wendy smirked, “Alright, how about this. You know how some families have shared hobbies and activities they do together.” 

“Seems like a healthy thing to do,” I agreed while checking out the state of the grill. 

“Well, my family likes to prepare for the apocalypse as a pastime.” 

I paused and glanced over at Wendy, who was clearly gauging my reaction, though not in a way that made it seem like she cared whether I approved or not, “So you’re like some kinda trained commando? Like you could survive in the wilderness with nothing, a knife, and the clothes on your back?” 

“Depends a lot on the biome you drop me in, but I’d say I’ve got a fair chance in most scenarios.” Wendy answered confidently as she helped herself to another beer from the six-pack I had already taken.  

“Don’t tell me your family lives off the grid in some type of wilderness bunker,” I asked jokingly, only for Wendy to grin, “It’s bunkers, but yes. My father is a paranoid man who insists that there's some kind of secret cabal in control of the world and that it’s only a matter of time before they mess up and cause a complete societal collapse.” 

“Sounds like a very interesting man,” I commented, ‘And he’s not completely wrong…I’m like 90% sure Sombra works for said Cabal.’ 

Wendy let out a short sigh, “He’s unique for sure, and sure it pisses me off that I have to leave behind anything with a cellular or Bluetooth signal when I go to visit him because the government might be spying on him, but I love him all the same.” 

“Well, that’s what’s important at the end of the day,” I agreed as I turned the gas valve for the stove before turning the ignition. Three sharp clicks were followed by a whoosh as flames shot up from underneath the grill, “Alright, tell everyone the grill’s open, I’ve got burgers, hot dogs, and chicken BBQ kebabs.” 

“You fit all of that in one cooler?” Wendy asked. 

“No, there are two more in the car, I didn’t know how much to bring, so I packed extra, though I’m glad I did. Just how many of these people actually work at the pool?” 

“Like ten, but this is somewhat of a tradition every other week throughout the summer; the pools opens at night and pretty much open to anyone who knows someone who works here.” 

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to cater every other week, but this is a nice function you’ve got going,” I complimented, making Wendy grin, “There you go flirting again; you really can’t help it, can you?” 

“I’ve been told it’s in my nature,” I said with a shrug, while adjusting the grill to get the right temperature, “Now if you’re done with your little interview, I’ve got a bunch of people I need to feed before they get too drunk.” 

“Alright, you got it, oh, and just one more thing. Jackie is like a little sister to me; hurt her, and you’ll get to see some of the other skills my dad’s taught me.” Wendy fired a finger gun at me before smiling and turning around with a thumbs up. “Thanks for manning the grill; I’m sure it’s gonna taste fantastic.” 

Watching Wendy go, I couldn’t help but smirk, ‘What an interesting person.’ 

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Pacifica was late to the pool party, which wasn’t unusual; she was always late to any event she was invited to, but this time it was different. Pacifica wasn’t fashionably late; being fashionably late required a specific mindset; it had a certain feeling about it, a power move on her part. 

But this time, Pacifica didn’t feel powerful and ready to turn heads with her appearance and dangerously thin swimsuit, rather, Pacifica felt like she was a rabbit walking into a wolf’s den. Pacifica hated the way her eyes kept moving through the crowd of people when normally she was the one who couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance, it showed that she cared and in the circles she had been raised in, caring was a sign of weakness, a sign that you wanted something, and wanting something meant you didn’t of the money, power, or status to take it. 

‘I hate everything about this. How did he even know about the pool party?! Maybe I should just turn around and disobey him… take the punishment instead of suffering through whatever he has planned for-’ 

Pacifica’s thoughts were interrupted as her face was suddenly enveloped by two impossibly soft and large mounds that threatened to swallow her entire head. 

“Mghnmn!” Pacifica let out a muffled shout of surprise before she managed to extract herself from the soft embrace with a gasp as she stumbled back. 

“Careful there, these girls have their own gravity field; get too close, and they’ll pull you right in.” 

Pacifica was halfway to hurling a stream of insults when she got her first look at the woman who had dared to bump into her. The words died on Pacifica’s lips as she stared entranced at the busty, curvy, and plump figure standing in front of her. 

Normally, Pacifica would find the slight pudge of the woman’s stomach and the way her thighs touched revolting, but there was an undeniable attraction that exuded from the woman’s pores and an irresistible confidence in the way she spoke and carried herself. 

“Y-you should be more careful, swinging those o-oversized funbags around,” Pacifica stammered out a reply, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

“Ha, the kitty has some fight in her, how cute,” The woman laughed with a look in her eyes that infuriated Pacifica, making her jaw clench, “The name's Megan, but you can call me Meg.”  

Pacifica sniffed and turned up her nose, “I don’t think I’ll be calling you anything other than a nuisance. Now step aside, you’re blocking my way with how much there is of you.” 

“You know comments like that used to really hurt my feelings,” Megan replied with a sigh before she leaned in with a knowing grin, “But I’d imagine that your ass is gonna hurt even more if I tell Ramon about your behavior…Sorry, I forgot you call him Daddy. Isn’t that right, Pacifica?”

Pacifica’s heart dropped, and it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head as she stared at Megan with wide eyes, “H-how d-did you-” 

“Because there aren’t any secrets between us,” Megan interrupted as she loomed over Pacifica, “It’s one of the ways we show trust…I would also be lying if I didn’t admit that seeing him dominate little skinny things like you is a bit of a kink of mine.” 

“T-that’s obscene t-talking about that stuff in public, you should be ashamed!” Pacifica admonished, as she tried to find her footing in the conversation. 

“Any more obscene than coming here to see your Daddy in your sluttiest swimsuit?” Megan countered, making Pacifica fight the urge to look away. 

“Just who are you to him?” Pacifica asked, trying not to let on how much she cared for Megan’s answer, “I-is he your…” 

“My Daddy?” Megan asked, using that word like a knife against Pacifica, “Maybe on some nights when I’m feeling particularly bratty, but most of the time we’ll just fuck until I pass out from how good it feels.” 

Pacifica felt her cheeks grow hot despite her best efforts in the face of Megan’s overwhelming sex appeal, and she couldn’t help but start to doubt just what exactly her relationship was with Ramon, ‘Am I just a distraction for him…what am I to him, just a fun experiment?’ 

“Hey Meg, who’s this?” 

A new voice caught Pacifica’s attention, and she looked over as a freckled girl with glasses and frizzy red hair walked over. Again, Pacifica was distracted by the otherworldly beauty that poured off of the redhead. 

“Patty, this is Pacifica, Pacifica, this is Patty. You two will probably get along well, seeing how you both love to be submissive,” Megan teased. 

‘Wait, don’t tell me she’s sleeping with him too?!’ Pacifica felt her heart skip a beat as she suddenly realized that the whole time she had been competing with her mother for Ramon’s attention when, in reality, there were at least two other women far closer than she was. 

‘He probably doesn’t even…why would he?’ Pacifica took a step back as her breath seemed to leave her, but before she could completely turn around and flee, Megan reached out and grabbed her wrist, “And where do you think you’re going?” 

“Let me go!” Pacifica sniffed as she tried to pull away, only for Megan to hold firm, “Sorry, but if I let you run off all teary-eyed, then I’m going to be the one getting spanked. Now just suck it up for a little bit and let me fix this before it becomes a whole thing.”